I felt it getting harder against my stomach and i smiled. This was going to be too easy. After a few minutes, he pulled back from our kiss and said Yo... know Im married right? I smiled and reached up to whisper in his ear, So? It makes my tight little cunt even wetter before i started to suck and nibble on his earlobe, feeling his cock press harder into my stomach as I did so. He let out a low moan and pushed me up against the wall of the room roughly. He lifted both of my legs up while I. I’d messed around a little with guys, but I was mostly just super horned up. As I was walking down the ramp this old guy (probably my age now!) smiled at me and I reflexively smiled back. As we passed he executed a perfectly timed grope. When I got to the lobby there were several guys milling around, one zipping up — I suspect a blowjob had just been completed. I went into one of the booths and started to watch a film — one guy sitting on another guy’s cock and that gave me a serious hard-on.. 12 years in Special Forces was enough for me to have to live with, and I was ready to go back to the world. The problem, it turns out, was that I am not really very good at anything other than killing people. I tried going to college, but it was no better than the high school I barely made it out of. The kids, and they were truly kids, were all at least 10 years younger than me. I felt out of place almost all of the time.After that I tried a succession of jobs, failed at all of them, and had. Add to that a cash flow like a sluggish stream, choked with sludge and silt, going in no discernible direction except perhaps directly downward. Home where the heart resides and all that. But it's damn near an homage to the former Soviet style of living. Almost but not quite. Not quite but close enough! At least there's no granny parked in a cot in the kitchen. Keeps me from charging down the streets in open revolt.So you wonder now, good lord, you live in a one bedroom dump, with just the one.